Names were added to the hat and pulled out by a three-year-old. The winners are:
Elizabeth
Nashville
Please send me your addresses and I will have these shipped to your door! Hope you enjoy such a cheesy gift!
June is Dairy Month Giveaway!
Two lucky winners will be randomly chosen to receive a gift pack of Guggisberg Cheese — fresh from the heart of Ohio Amish country. Note: I have no affiliation with Guggisberg Cheese. I just think it’s darn tasty!
To enter:
Leave a comment telling me your favorite dairy-related memory (making ice cream with the family, eating cheese & crackers with grandma, milking cows at the crack of dawn, milk mustaches—whatever)!
One entry per person.
Winners will be randomly selected on Tuesday, June 30 at 9 p.m.
Be sure to stop back on Wednesday, July 1 to see who won.
Good luck!
Each gift pack includes five, one-pound mini-wheels in a variety of flavors:
Mild Cheddar is a young cheese, patiently cured to develop a smooth even body with an appealing classic cheddar flavor. Colby, an American original first made in Colby, Wisc., has a mild, tender taste, a mellow flavor and creamy texture. Great for snacking! Marble Cheese is a swirl of mild Colby and Monterey Jack. A delicious flavor combination. Pepper Jack has flecks of hot jalapeno peppers blended with tangy Monterey Jack to add a spicy kick to any snack. Garden Vegetable blends fresh vegetables with Monterey Jack to create an all-in-one appetizer.
Hi Jenn,
can’t wait to your “new” shop opens!!
Milk – memories — i was maybe 12 or 13, camping at the lake every July 4th, it was tradition to make home made ice cream. hand cranked!! Well, after several hours of cranking and not getting thick, open it up and my unlce forgot to put the paddles into my old wooden ice creamer maker!!!! arms got tired for nothing!
My milk memory takes me to the Carroll County fair when dad would take us in the mornings to the doughnut stand to get chocolate milk and powdered doughnuts to start our day! Maybe that’s how we had so many grand champions! We started our days off right! Lol
Another milk memory is staying with grandma and she always had a supply of extra sharp white cheddar cheese and wheat thins! She kept the cheese at room temperature and I always thought it was so neat when she would let us cut it with the cheese cutter! Grandma put cheese on everything, even apples! Yummy! I miss those days with grandma!
And one last milk memory would have to be going to “Bruce’s” with the family for icecream or my personal favorite fried mushrooms and a chocolate milkshake! All this milk talk is making me thirsty! But that’s why I keep a supply of chocolate and white milk in the fridge!
I have to admit I’m not a big fan of drinking milk but I love all of its byproducts! Sharp Cheddar, Swiss, Blue, you name it I’ll eat just about any variety. Yogurt, Sour Cream, Cottage Cheese, yep I love them too! As for memories a bit of nostalgia is always a good thing! I remember grandpa making dishes of ice cream with nestle quick powder sprinkled over the top. Mmmm…tasty! As for my children will I let them eat this? Only if grandpa was still around to make it!
Hmm…My favourite dairy-related memory?
My answer: When I was 10 years old, I used to make cheese cakes with my aunt. She’s a cake addict and she loves to bake. It was a great experience and I really enjoyed myself.
I don’t think there is anything better than homemade icecream on the fourth of July. We always put in our favorite fruit to make each one special. I like peaches from the trees in the back yard. Just think, A cool night, a blanket on the ground, lightening bugs, fireworks and the love of your family around you. If you are lucky there will be enough left over for a midnight snack!!
There’s nothing better than a tall glass of ice cold milk and some of my wife’s butterscotch cookies! That has to be the best snack!
I also have fond memories of hand-cranked ice cream. My part in it was sitting on the machine (to keep it still) while the men took turns cranking.
However, I believe that my absolute best memory of dairy was helping my Grandpa milk the cows. He’d always let me go as long as I could. When my hands got tired, he took over and filled the buckets. He used to squirt the milk into the barn kittens’ mouths (well, some got on their faces, LOL). I really miss my Grandpa and the farm. I hope that this new world my kiddos are growing up in will provide them with memories just as sweet, even if they’re different!
I remember one year when I was in grade school (which is a long time ago) we went on a field trip to a dairy farm. We lived in the city so it was very fascinating to me to see where our milk came from. We got to watch the whole process. It is something I have never forgot. The best part was at the end of the day they let us churn our own butter to take home. I was so proud of that butter.
I loved visiting my grandparents’ farm and getting to milk the cows by hand. It took a while to get the hang of it, but eventually I got it. Memories at my grandparents’ place are the best I have.
I love the excited (& mischevious) smile that always pops up on my kids’ faces when they sneak into the fridge to fix their own glass of chocolate milk (with lots of extra syrup I’m sure) – but nothing beats the gleam and twinkle in their eyes as they like a great big glass of milk for Santa to wash down his cookies with.
My husband and I LOVE hosting Wine & Cheese tastings at our home with friends. We enjoy discovering new types of cheese and see how they change flavor after drinking a sip of wine. My favorites are Jalepeno Havarti and Aged White Cheddars. Have an amazing weekend – enjoying the finer things in life – cheese
Best Milk Memory…It’s actually on Thanksgiving, and I was maybe 7 or 8…and Daddy was carving the turkey. Or trying to. (This is a man who can drop an oak with a Stihl 660 as nice as you please, but absolutley hated the duty of slicing up the bird.) He’s at the head of the table…the table with the good linen tablecloth and Gram Barr’s best china…just hacking away…and somehow(we’ve never been able to figure it out), a great big hunk of turkey flies off the carving knife, halfway across the table, and lands- KerPlunk- right in the crystal pitcher of milk. Splash! Milk goes everywhere! In the green beans, all over the rolls… And the cat, who has been hanging around waiting for a taste of turkey, decides milk is even better and jumps on the table as well!
(Daddy’s never carved a turkey since)